I May Be Old Fashioned, But I

To Give And Then Not Feel That One Has Given Is The Very Best Of All Ways Of Giving.

Heroes Are Very Human, Most Of Them; Very Easily Touched By Praise.

"after All," As A Pretty Girl Once Said To Me, "women Are A Sex By Themselves, So To Speak."

Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges Of Character. Deep Thinking And High Imagining Blunt That Trivial Instinct By Which You And I Size People Up.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.